In February of last year, I had my first and only
experience so far jacking off with another guy. It was an
exceptionally warm weekend, and I felt spring in the warm wind.
Ever since I was little, with the feeling of spring came and
increased sexual desire and arousal. It was Saturday, just before
noon. And I had already pounded off four times since waking up.
My balls were aching but there was still this fire inside that I
was desperate to quench. Every time I'd sit and try to do
something to take my mind off of my horniness, I'd end up in my
room frantically pounding my aching cock to another orgasm. I
believe that I am addicted to orgasms. There is no food, no
music, no experience on earth that I love more. So I enjoyed my
orgasms, but they left me aching with loneliness and sexual
frustration - and that firey need that had to be met.

At 18, I was a complete virgin. I began thinking
about all those afternoons after school, up in my room, stroking
my hard cock and desperately wanting it to be another guy's. I
remembered all those late hours in bed in the still of the night
that I would wonder what it would feel like to actually touch
another man's dick, and have him touch mine; to cum WITH someone,
instead of on my own. Up until that weekend, jacking off had been
bittersweet: I loved it, but it made me feel more lonely, more
horny, more desperate to...know.And so after my fourth load of
that Saturday morning, I logged onto the computer and opened my
e-mail. I opened the folder names "Personal Ads" and
began browsing. I had posted a few ads on the area's Pride page,
but had always gotten scared and backed away. Today would be
different. It had to be. I remembered a guy of 25, who lived a
few miles outside of the city. He had left me his number in an
e-mail, offering me some mutual J/O when I was ready. I was.
Nervously I called him up, praying he'd be home, praying he'd be
alone, and praying he'd remember who the hell I was. He was home,
and remembered.

10 minutes later I was heading toward his house
with a slip of paper in my hand with the address on it. I was
cold and shaking, my stomach sick, my face sweating, and my
genitals, despite their busy day, almost disappearing into my
body with nervousness. But there was a stronger drive - the fire
in my balls that needed to be put out.When I rang his apartment
buzzer, I thought I'd pass out. I was so nervous, my stomach
started to cramp up, and for a minute, I thought I'd have to ask
to use his bathroom before I even said "hello."

He greeted me. He stood about 5'9", with
dark hair and eyes, not too muscular, just average. I was one
inch shorter with lighter hair and hazel eyes. I was still
nervous as he took my coat and offered me a Pepsi. We talked for
a few minutes, and I felt better. We went into his room, and I
knew this was it: either my downfall, or what my life was created
for.He undressed and I followed. I had never seen a guys dick up
close before. I felt tingly all over, when he came an grabbed
mine. Something overcame me, the nerves melted away, and I
grabbed for his. After stroking each other a few seconds, my dick
was rockhard and dripping. "You're leaking", he said.
"I know", I answered, a little embarrassed. "Hey,
that's OK." He winked.We went to the bed and lay side by
side, stroking ourselves, and eachother back and forth. The smell
in the room was incredible. His body, his sheets, even his gym
shoes. This dark young guy, as cute as a button, turned me on in
every way. That's when he suggested a self-control game.

He wanted to stroke me, and make me hold off
cumming until I couldn't stand it. He told me to lie back and
enjoy. Taking my cock in his expert hands, he went to work. He's
stroke hard, then light. His other hand would take my balls and
roll them around, gently squeezing so it hurt just a little - and
the slight pain was exquisite. I groaned."That's
right," he said. "Savor that feeling."I sat back
on his heels, his prick hard and dripping, but was concerned only
with my pleasure. For what seemed like eternity, he stroked and
pulled. When he swirled his hand around the head like he was
polishing it, I screamed out in the delightfully agonizing
sensation that made my stomach muscles tighten like steel. He
just chuckled a little, and told me he knew how delicious the
feeling was. As I got closer to cumming, he stroked harder. Now
this man was a genius. He knew EXACTLY by my body language when I
was nearing the edge.

I felt the tingle and knew I'd come, and he
stopped. There was a throb through my groin. I reached my hand up
and he pushed it away. He went through this several more times,
bringing me to the edge, then stopping. It was the most
delightful torture I had ever felt. I was sweating and groaning,
with almost no sensible thoughts left in my head. Just him, me,
and my extended state of desperate sexual arousal. My entire body
was racked with an agonizing hunger and need. My mouth watered,
my toes curled, my face contorted in ecstasy, and there were
tears in my eyes. Again and again he brought me to the edge, and
let go - fondling my balls, or pressing on my pleasure spot
between my nuts and asshole.

I was delirious. I was in heaven. This WAS what I
was created for. And while I wanted to cum, another part of me
wanted this wonderful torment to last forever. The sensation of
need was just too delicious. My body was literally going crazy.
After nearly a half hour of this, I could take it no more. I
began to sob, in pleasure, pain, exhaustion, horniness, and the
most intense sexual arousal I had ever experienced. He took pity
on me. "Are you ready?" he whispered. "Oh shit
yes..", I sobbed.He pulled me up and had me sit back on my
heels. I was quivering, nearly on the verge of fainting. He told
me I would love cumming in this position.

He started stroking me again. My hands
desperately tried to take over, but he kept pushing them away.
And then it happened:Every muscle in my body tensed up. The
explosion was beginning. After all of this torture, that feeling
I lived for would happen. I began babbling and sobbing
incoherently, by breath coming in short gasps. His hand pumped
and pumped. And just before it happened, he took my hand and
guided it to my prick, knowing I would be able to give myself the
maximum pleasure. The tension in my thighs from this position was
otherworldly. I screamed out in delicious pain as this wonderful
second-long delay before my orgasm gave me the ultimate tease.
The first jet of cum shot. I screamed in pleasure. It kept
shooting and shooting. My prostate was burning. My body was
wracked with pleasure. I convulsed. My face was contorted in a
look of painful pleasure and a stream of moans and obscenities
poured from my lips. And it wouldn't stop. I yelled because it
wouldn't stop. My nuts were busting. When it began to subside, I
lost all vision and consciousness. I fell forward in utter
release and exhaustion and was blank for nearly thirty seconds.
He rolled me over. I was limp. My face bright red, by body
covered in sweat, tears streaming down my face, and his bed and
my hands drenched in jism. I was panting. I couldn't believe the
feeling.

As I slowly returned to earth, he said
"Wow..." Never before had I cum like that. And never
since. That was the single most exciting and enjoyable experience
of my life. I am still amazed at the human body's ability to
produce such a mind shattering, ball busting feeling. No drugs,
no alcohol, just to guys together. It took me 15 minutes before I
could move that day. As I started to get up, he said,"Hi,
I'm Kenny.""Uh...Bob", I said, weakly trying to
dress myself. I noticed he was already dressed."Hey, aren't
you going to shoot off?""I did. It was a mere fire
cracker compared to your Supernova. I was enjoying yours too
much."I smiled. We said goodbye and I drove home, weak,
exhausted, my whole body aching, including my teeth.

I knew why I was put on this Earth - for an
orgasm like that.It hasn't happened since. I want to call Kenny
again one of these days. My orgasms on my own have been good, but
not like that. But looking forward to the next one keeps me
getting up every morning. I'm going to go look up Kenny's number.
I think I have a phone call to make. And my cock twitches in
anticipation of the coming delight, agony, and ecstasy.